What about the chicken incident? Well I don't know. They never told me the
entire story, but perhaps I can wheedle it out of them if I bug them
enough. What do you think? The basic story; Elladan and Elrohir, chickens,
a chicken barn, and an afternoon with nothing to do. Now that can get you
thinking.
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Chapter Three: A Fearful Night
Evening had come along with heavy rain. Elrond watched from the window, the fire flickering in the calmness of the air. It had been three days since his sons had left, and the place seemed to be uncomfortably quiet. He gave a sigh, hoping that his older sons had remembered their coats, they would need it now.
His thoughts turned, memories both good and bad returning of past hunting trips. For a while it seemed that trouble had been an extra family member whenever the twins were away from home. He smiled sadly, shaking his head as he remembered some of the messages he received from other villages.
A knock on his door brought him from his thoughts. He knew that it was Rohden even before he turned. The Elf stood in the doorway, his eyes were serious, and Elrond could easily tell that he was trying to hide his worry.
"My Lord," he said softly, as Elrond approached.
"What is it, Rohden?" Elrond asked gently, watching the young Elf closely, studying his eyes as if to pull forth the truth from them.
"There is something you should see," he trailed off.
Elrond called him softly, waiting until the Elf had locked eyes with him.
"Tell me, what is wrong?" he asked again, trying to pass off the worry that now gripped his heart.
"A horse my Lord, he was injured," once again he trailed off.
Elrond gave a sigh, "How was he injured?"
Rohden shook his head, "We don't know my Lord, Argreyain believes that he was caught under rocks."
Elrond nodded. He knew that Rohden was not telling the entire story.
"Who is this horse?" he asked, gently prodding the Elf.
"It is Estel's my Lord."
"And what of Estel? Are Elladan and Elrond here as well?" Elrond asked, fearing the answer.
"He is not here, only the one horse has returned. We do not of what has happened."
*********
Darkness. Pain. Coldness bit at his face, stinging his eyes as he slowly opened them, blinking several times in attempt to clear his vision. It was raining, and hard. He coughed, hardly able to breath, his chest felt as if it was on fire. He glanced around slowly, trying vaguely to remember what had happened. Gently Elrohir reached up his hand and brushed the long elven hair from his face. His hand came away, stained in blood.
With a moan, Elrohir drug himself into a sitting position. He felt weak, much weaker than he would ever admit too, and it angered him that he could not remembered what had happened.
Looking around he saw a huge pile of jumbled stones and pieces of trees mixed together, resting on the sloping hills as far as he could see. Most of the rocks looked unstable, some even rocking in the slight storm. It looked as if half the mountain had collapsed upon itself.
Memory suddenly slammed into him. They had traveling down the mountain when all the sudden the ground shook as if a thousands steeds were racing by. Looking behind them they barely had any time to react as huge boulders raced toward them, ripping trees away at their roots, tearing up the soft ground. The last thing he remembered was calling out to Estel to get him to safety, before he fell into darkness.
"Elladan, Estel!" he cried out, spring to his feet.
He collapsed moments later with a cry as pain shot through his left leg. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his ragged breathing. Once he had done so he looked over his leg gently. A large gash raced over the top of his leg, stretching from just above his knee following down to the middle of his shin. The gash was fairly deep and blood spilled forth at an incredible rate. More in likely his knee was broken, the flesh around it had already begun to swell.
Shrugging pain fully from his coat he wrapped it around the wound, tying it off. He looked around, hoping to see any signs of his brothers. Up the path he could see the still form of his horse in the tangled mess. He closed his eyes. The mare had been one of the best horses in Rivendell.
He wrapped his arms around his chest, shivering slightly. Tears pulled at his eyes at the thought of his brother's well being. When the thought came that they may be gone, he dismissed it.
Pulling himself up gently he drug himself closer the rocks, looking around. He did not dare to touch any rocks, afraid to tip the already unstable mound. He moved down the path, calling out his brother's names.
A slight groan brought his attention toward a large tree, halfway buried under large rocks. He scooted quickly down, pulling back rocks carefully, until he was able to see Elladan's head and chest.
He dropped down next to him, checking for a pulse. He was rewarded to see that his brother still breathed.
"Elladan?" he called softly, shaking his brother gently. "Elladan?"
Elladan moaned again, blinking slowly. He fixed pain filled eyes on his younger brother, slowly coming to.
"Elrohir?" he stuttered. "What happened? Where are we?"
Elrohir shook his head, "On the mountain side, we got caught in that rock slide," he told him softly as he began to carefully clear away the rocks that still clung around him. He realized dimly that the tree had saved his brother from being crushed, as the base of it hung over most of his body, forcing the rocks to fall to the side.
Elladan's eyes widened quickly. "Estel.."
Elrohir shook his head. "I have not found him," he said softly, hanging his head.
"We must find him!" Elladan said as Elrohir continued to clear away the rocks.
"We will, let's get you out first," he said softly.
Elrohir slowly edged his brother out, checking over him. The side of his face was cut and scratched, his hair clinging to the fresh blood. It looked as if most of his injuries were bruising
For the first time Elladan noticed his brother's injuries.
"You're hurt," he said softly, concern flooding his voice as he gently fingered the cut on his head, then on his leg.
Elrohir stiffened at the slight pressure, drawing in a sharp breath. He nodded, "What of you?" he asked.
Elladan nodded, "I am fine," but he bent over as a coughing fit took over him. Wiping the edge of his mouth brought forth blood.
Elrohir gave a sigh. His brother was hurt worse than he was showing.
"We must look quickly for Estel. I don't know how much time we have," Elrohir said.
Elladan nodded, standing up, but his ankle twisted under him, and quickly he sat back down, trying to lessen the pain.
Elrohir gently fingered his swollen ankle, "More and likely a sprain," he told him softly.
Elladan shook his head angrily. "I'll crawl if I have to, but I am not leaving Estel behind."
*******
Grim eyes took in the battered legs of the young gray horse as Elrond entered the stables. Sure enough it was Estel's horse, no other horse was so small. Argreyain pulled back slightly from cleaning the wounds as Elrond approached.
"When did he arrive?" he asked softly.
"Just minutes ago my Lord, he was alone," his tone was soft, knowing why the Lord had come. "We have no word on what has happened."
Elrond nodded softly. Worry now stung his heart, his hopes had been high that something had been heard, but he knew in his heart that it was not so.
He rose, turning to Rohden. "Assemble riders, we are leaving within the hour. I expect you to be ready," he said, trying to keep his voice gently.
Rohden nodded, leaving the stables quickly to inform some of the more talented riders. Elrond made his way back to the house, he needed to pack supplies for the journey. Who knew how far out they were? He only hoped that they were alive, and well.
TBC.
So what did you think? Please let me know!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I can't tell you enough on how much your reviews help and make me want to keep on posting! Basic idea; the more reviews I get, the quicker I post. So please read and review, it does help out more than you know.
Other stories: Family is Home
Chapter Three: A Fearful Night
Evening had come along with heavy rain. Elrond watched from the window, the fire flickering in the calmness of the air. It had been three days since his sons had left, and the place seemed to be uncomfortably quiet. He gave a sigh, hoping that his older sons had remembered their coats, they would need it now.
His thoughts turned, memories both good and bad returning of past hunting trips. For a while it seemed that trouble had been an extra family member whenever the twins were away from home. He smiled sadly, shaking his head as he remembered some of the messages he received from other villages.
A knock on his door brought him from his thoughts. He knew that it was Rohden even before he turned. The Elf stood in the doorway, his eyes were serious, and Elrond could easily tell that he was trying to hide his worry.
"My Lord," he said softly, as Elrond approached.
"What is it, Rohden?" Elrond asked gently, watching the young Elf closely, studying his eyes as if to pull forth the truth from them.
"There is something you should see," he trailed off.
Elrond called him softly, waiting until the Elf had locked eyes with him.
"Tell me, what is wrong?" he asked again, trying to pass off the worry that now gripped his heart.
"A horse my Lord, he was injured," once again he trailed off.
Elrond gave a sigh, "How was he injured?"
Rohden shook his head, "We don't know my Lord, Argreyain believes that he was caught under rocks."
Elrond nodded. He knew that Rohden was not telling the entire story.
"Who is this horse?" he asked, gently prodding the Elf.
"It is Estel's my Lord."
"And what of Estel? Are Elladan and Elrond here as well?" Elrond asked, fearing the answer.
"He is not here, only the one horse has returned. We do not of what has happened."
*********
Darkness. Pain. Coldness bit at his face, stinging his eyes as he slowly opened them, blinking several times in attempt to clear his vision. It was raining, and hard. He coughed, hardly able to breath, his chest felt as if it was on fire. He glanced around slowly, trying vaguely to remember what had happened. Gently Elrohir reached up his hand and brushed the long elven hair from his face. His hand came away, stained in blood.
With a moan, Elrohir drug himself into a sitting position. He felt weak, much weaker than he would ever admit too, and it angered him that he could not remembered what had happened.
Looking around he saw a huge pile of jumbled stones and pieces of trees mixed together, resting on the sloping hills as far as he could see. Most of the rocks looked unstable, some even rocking in the slight storm. It looked as if half the mountain had collapsed upon itself.
Memory suddenly slammed into him. They had traveling down the mountain when all the sudden the ground shook as if a thousands steeds were racing by. Looking behind them they barely had any time to react as huge boulders raced toward them, ripping trees away at their roots, tearing up the soft ground. The last thing he remembered was calling out to Estel to get him to safety, before he fell into darkness.
"Elladan, Estel!" he cried out, spring to his feet.
He collapsed moments later with a cry as pain shot through his left leg. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his ragged breathing. Once he had done so he looked over his leg gently. A large gash raced over the top of his leg, stretching from just above his knee following down to the middle of his shin. The gash was fairly deep and blood spilled forth at an incredible rate. More in likely his knee was broken, the flesh around it had already begun to swell.
Shrugging pain fully from his coat he wrapped it around the wound, tying it off. He looked around, hoping to see any signs of his brothers. Up the path he could see the still form of his horse in the tangled mess. He closed his eyes. The mare had been one of the best horses in Rivendell.
He wrapped his arms around his chest, shivering slightly. Tears pulled at his eyes at the thought of his brother's well being. When the thought came that they may be gone, he dismissed it.
Pulling himself up gently he drug himself closer the rocks, looking around. He did not dare to touch any rocks, afraid to tip the already unstable mound. He moved down the path, calling out his brother's names.
A slight groan brought his attention toward a large tree, halfway buried under large rocks. He scooted quickly down, pulling back rocks carefully, until he was able to see Elladan's head and chest.
He dropped down next to him, checking for a pulse. He was rewarded to see that his brother still breathed.
"Elladan?" he called softly, shaking his brother gently. "Elladan?"
Elladan moaned again, blinking slowly. He fixed pain filled eyes on his younger brother, slowly coming to.
"Elrohir?" he stuttered. "What happened? Where are we?"
Elrohir shook his head, "On the mountain side, we got caught in that rock slide," he told him softly as he began to carefully clear away the rocks that still clung around him. He realized dimly that the tree had saved his brother from being crushed, as the base of it hung over most of his body, forcing the rocks to fall to the side.
Elladan's eyes widened quickly. "Estel.."
Elrohir shook his head. "I have not found him," he said softly, hanging his head.
"We must find him!" Elladan said as Elrohir continued to clear away the rocks.
"We will, let's get you out first," he said softly.
Elrohir slowly edged his brother out, checking over him. The side of his face was cut and scratched, his hair clinging to the fresh blood. It looked as if most of his injuries were bruising
For the first time Elladan noticed his brother's injuries.
"You're hurt," he said softly, concern flooding his voice as he gently fingered the cut on his head, then on his leg.
Elrohir stiffened at the slight pressure, drawing in a sharp breath. He nodded, "What of you?" he asked.
Elladan nodded, "I am fine," but he bent over as a coughing fit took over him. Wiping the edge of his mouth brought forth blood.
Elrohir gave a sigh. His brother was hurt worse than he was showing.
"We must look quickly for Estel. I don't know how much time we have," Elrohir said.
Elladan nodded, standing up, but his ankle twisted under him, and quickly he sat back down, trying to lessen the pain.
Elrohir gently fingered his swollen ankle, "More and likely a sprain," he told him softly.
Elladan shook his head angrily. "I'll crawl if I have to, but I am not leaving Estel behind."
*******
Grim eyes took in the battered legs of the young gray horse as Elrond entered the stables. Sure enough it was Estel's horse, no other horse was so small. Argreyain pulled back slightly from cleaning the wounds as Elrond approached.
"When did he arrive?" he asked softly.
"Just minutes ago my Lord, he was alone," his tone was soft, knowing why the Lord had come. "We have no word on what has happened."
Elrond nodded softly. Worry now stung his heart, his hopes had been high that something had been heard, but he knew in his heart that it was not so.
He rose, turning to Rohden. "Assemble riders, we are leaving within the hour. I expect you to be ready," he said, trying to keep his voice gently.
Rohden nodded, leaving the stables quickly to inform some of the more talented riders. Elrond made his way back to the house, he needed to pack supplies for the journey. Who knew how far out they were? He only hoped that they were alive, and well.
TBC.
So what did you think? Please let me know!